Martinsburg daily gazette. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1887-1887, 1887-07-27
WEDNESDAY. JULY ~, 1887.
MRS. STOWE AT HOME.
THE AUTHOR or JUNGLE TOMS
cABlNn FAILING IN HEALTH.
Visit at Her Hartford demonstrating
How she Wrote Her Famous story.
The order il which Her works hould
be Read.

mo, write no more. have done,
have done, have donei''
Anything more pit,ful, more pathetic,
more tragic cannot be imagined than the
effect Of the above few words, coming in
broi.ea and faitering accents from the
lips III Harriet Beecher Stowe.
That Tie bright intellect of the author
81 acle TOMS Cabin is undoubtedly
sIlais4psd cannot be longer denied
Tie s.iin gray eyes LIGHT up In CONVERSE
ton, however, aud some sparks cone from
between the pale lips now and again that
impress one with what must have been.
Her manners have more kindly than
courteous air, and are tinted with the
grace of modern as well as old time Gus
toms. Her hearing Is wonderfully acute,
and her Intelligence gl.tses along side by
side with that of her guests, whom she re-
ceives with tile air Of IN old traveller
Lailing young one from some foreign
part-neithcr curious nor interested, but
fcrbearing.
UNCLE ToM,s CABIN. =
Yes, my dcar, loved towrite, and be-
gan very Young. Especially liked writing
short stories when / lived in Brunswick,
Ne For these | used to get SID, $40, $50
good pay III those times / never
thought of writing look when COM
nenced Uncle Toms Cabin - became
first reused on the subject Of slavery when
/ lived in Cincinnati, and used to see es-
Gaping slaves come over the Ohio from
Kentucky. All, met it thrills me even
now, the sight of those poor creaturesl
Now q young girl, suggesting the lover,
parent or brother for whom her heart was
breaking In bondage; again the strong
husband, aged father or stalwart brother.
Oh, must write d book to stop the dread
full shame kept putting it off, ilreading
bringing the characters to life, till the
fugitive slave law dashed me into fury,
and commenced what meant to be q
short story like the others But it grew,
and grew, and grew, and came, and came,
and came. wrote, and wrote and wrote,
and thought never should stop. did
not plan the book as it turned out was
only full Of the wrath, and the story built
itself around it as wrote. Aspublisher
was waiting story from me. told him
the subject had undertaken. He wrote,
saying, You have struck popular topic;
for heavens sake keep it short. wrote
in reply, Ishall stop when get through;
not before He never got it, for Ihad to
make q book of it.
While writing it ] was filed with an
enthusiasm which transfused my being,
knew no hindrance, no rival interest, no
relief but in writing it. had young chill
dren, was keeping house and teaching
school at the time, and never worked so
hard; but had to write. Dinner had to
be got, knew. This had to be written,
just as much-aye, and more, tool 1t was
as though it was written through me, i
only holding the pen / was lifted of my
feet. Satisfied never thought about
being satisfied. When it was done it was
finished, and relief CAME never felt the
same with anything ! afterward wrote
Dread Ali yes; it was on slavery, too,
but it was different. sPoganuc People
interested me deeply. I grew to have a
deep sympathy for little girls at an age and
Of disposition to be misunderstood and III
treated Dolly is q fac simile of myself